I walked into my favorite pawn shop today and the counterman had two customers looking at guns. This weekend starts the squirrel season in Louisiana and the gun counter is a busy place. Yesterday, I took my .45-70 Handi Rifle off layaway and had seen something on another rack that piqued my interest.
One of those things in which I am always interested is gun cases. Soft sided, padded gun cases. I never have enough gun cases. I'd estimate that I've lost, destroyed or given away a hundred over the past twenty years. The pawn shop had three used cases hanging on a rack beside the main counter. I took them each down and inspected them. They'd been used, but the zippers worked and the interiors were clean and had no tears or other defects. Best of all, they were marked at $7.95 each. I took them to the counter and placed them on the glass. My counterman and a customer were quibbling over a Remington 870.
"What are you looking for today?" the counterman asked while the customer shouldered the shotgun.
"Gun cases. Make me a deal on these three."
"I'm busy trying to sell this fellow a shotgun. I may have to throw in a case to make the sale."
I laughed. "Now, you're for sure going to have to give him a case, and you've got a bunch of new ones. I'm interested in these old, nasty, used, worn out cases."
He snorted. "I ain't got time to play with you today. Give me twenty dollars and get out."
I laughed and dropped a twenty on the counter. As I was walking out, I heard the customer ask for "one of them forms."